[The Life of Mansie Wauch by David Macbeth Moir]@TWC D-Link bookThe Life of Mansie Wauch CHAPTER XV 10/11
'Where's the horse and cart, then, my man? Can ye tell me ought of that ?' "'Ou,' said he, 'they're baith doun at the Toll yonder, no a hair the waur.' "'That's the best news I've heard the nicht, my man .-- Goodwife, I say, Goodwife; are ye deaf or donnart? Give this lad a dram; and, as it rather looks like a shower, I'll e'en no go out the night .-- I'll easily manage to find another driver, though half a hundred o' the blockheads should get their brains knocked out.' "Is not that a gude ane noo ?" quo' Tammie, laughing.
"'Od Jamie Bowie was a real ane.
He wadna let them light a candle by his bedside to let him see to dee; he gied them a curse, and said that was needless extravagance." Dog on it, thought I to myself, the further in the deeper.
This beats the round-shouldered horse-couper with the Japan hat, skinning his reeking horse, all to sticks; and so I again fell into a gloomy sort of a musing; when, just as we came opposite the Duke's gate, with the deers on each side of it, two men rushed out upon us, and one of them seized Tammie's horse by the bridle, as the other one held his horse-pistol to my nose, and bade me stop in the King's name! "Hold your hand, hold your hand, for the sake of mercy!" cried I.
"Spare the father of a small family that will starve on the street if ye take my life!! Hae--hae--there's every coin and copper I have about me in the world! Be merciful, be merciful; and do not shed blood that will not, cannot be rubbed out of your conscience.
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